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CloudCatcher 2019 – Primal Witch – Day 4

I can’t believe we’re here, the last day. As I rise and pack my things gathered from the edges of camp the sun nudges its way out from behind the clouds. Last night in ritual we ascended from the underworld and my feet feel lighter on the earth. Its a busy morning for which I am grateful, taking my mind off leaving the womb of camp and integrating this earth path back into daily ‘life’. I needn’t have worried though, our last day on path is so grounding…

In circle drumming, I look around at the faces in our large group I’ve journeyed with over the last four day. A beautiful gathering of all whom have showed up and inspired me to the brim, filling me with confidence and hope for the possibilities of what we can achieve in support to make our world a better place. It’s not just Path you see its the optional offerings, smaller rituals and conversations over meals and tea that also form part of the web that has been weaving.

Today we begin with a sharing circle, talking about the land that raised us. Such a grounding experience! We’re invited to talk about the land on which we ‘grew’ which may not have necessarily been our place of birth. I am loving everyone’s descriptions and am moved by the blend of tenderness, joy and deep grief that can come from relating to ‘a land that grew you’.

My heart is instantly pulled back to Kamilaroi country north west slopes and plains NSW where I first gave my heart to the goddess. The land on which I did my first magical working where the wind whipped up so quickly my heart missed a beat. Sacred land. Trap rock country. The land where I had my first encounter with herbs so many years ago. River country. The land where I raised my kids. Where willows hang over the waters edge and the deep deep holes held potential for fishing and fun.

Riyana shares a statement that goes deep into my core …

‘there is no place that doesn’t see you’

As I move in trance on this land once again, I see the dog rose on the fence and look toward the nettle nestled amongst the river stones on the water’s edge. There’s a smattering of pine trees that shelter the usnea. I hear the platypus splash playfully and feel the pull towards this land to see, feel and exchange with her again. Downstream, mother willow calls me…

We learn how the land communicates via pheromones and bird song. How the whip of a breeze takes our scent and lets those around it know we are here. Sue begins to drum and her guided meditation sees my depths expand as I lean into an audible flow of grounded connection. A hazy line appears, a thread, a note, an invitation into another layer.

I hear a whisper on the breeze,

calls me back to you

calls me back to life

calls me back to love

I occupy myself body, mind and spirit, embody the landscape and follow its song and thread home to self. By doing this, I know the better I will be in service to community and earth.

I step onto the Primal Path before me with a dedication renewed to work the magic of self care, connection and watering of others as a form of activism.

Life IS a love spell … a love spell with the green bloods. A love spell with Mother Earth.